The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
autonomy of learning
Lift Analysis
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Thank you, Jack
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
yeah
or never left
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
you cannot feed someone truth
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
Thank you, Jack
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
propensity within someone
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation